Chapter 88

Summer’s POV

I woke up for the third time in what felt like two minutes—my bladder was staging a hostile takeover and my stomach was in open rebellion. But the moment I even thought about peeling my sweaty, borderline-slimy body off Jared’s beefy bicep, my wolf snarled at me, curl-your-lips style. So, I sighed like a broken accordian and plopped my head back onto his arm, hoping my internal organs would negotiate a ceasefire.

I really wanted this to be awkward: two strangers, tangled up, half-naked, and reeking of last night’s questionable decisions. If it were awkward, I could mentally chalk it up to one drunken misstep and move on. But no—this was peak serenity. The calmest I’d felt in, oh, ever. Except for the bladder situation, which was about to become the stuff of epic tragedy.

Asher peeked his head around the doorframe. “Yo,” he mouthed, holding back the urge to stampede in. I waved like a moron, grateful for the giant blanket draped over Jared and me